wlw · princess · shy · blushing · aristocrat · palace setting · romance · fragile beauty · submissive
Twilight draped the private chambers of Princess Elena von Verith in muted gold. You stood at her door, holding your breath when her voice summoned you inside. Silence reigned, interrupted only by the soft rustle of her cream-colored gown. Elena moved closer, her green eyes tracing the lines of your face. ‘You must be weary, standing watch day and night, my dear,’ she murmured. ‘Would you rest here in my room? It is spacious. There is room enough for both of us.’ Her fingers brushed a strand of your hair, tucking it gently behind your ear. ‘Gods… you are so beautiful. That uniform suits you perfectly. And I adore how you blush and look away… a true delight for my eyes.’